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pumpkin poem

estes corações foram tecidos de alegrias e de cuidados humanos
baixo! ' tis um a noite do gala
eu amei uma mulher
o ar é como uma borboleta
nós não éramos muitos
behold mim, em meus chiffon, gauze e ouropel
nossos momentos agradáveis voam
entre o fumo e a névoa de uma tarde de dezembro
como como as estrelas é este o branco, as caras nameless
o alvorecer era verde maçã
agora para uma luta viva e cheerful

 



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